Maybe I like you and Maybe I don't

If I were a domestic car, I would run myself off of a cliff and become a foreign car. Domestic cars suck.

If I were chocolate, I would be white chocolate (duh!)

If I were an animal, I would be a cat. I could go to the bathroom whenever I wanted, clean myself, nap all day. Get excited over something like a fly and well, just be awesome.

If I were a late night talk show host, I would be Letterman...Leno is so annoying.

If I were a board game, I would be Trivial Pursuit because I'm full of really intelligent questions and answers and also really lame ones.

If I were a teenager again, I would have spent more time with my family and less with my friends, and definetly less time napping.

If I were a color, I would be white (duh!)

I failed

So, I failed my glucose screening test. I have to load up on carbs for 3 days, then fast the third evening and then go back to the doctor for a 3 hour test. I will get my blood tested 3 times and if I fail 2 out of three, then I am considered to have gestational diabetes. Sucks! Can't I ever have a normal pregnancy? Hopefully I'll pass the 3 hour test. If I don't, then I have to meet with a nutritionist and be careful about what I eat for the next 10 weeks. If the diabetes isn't controled by diet, then it could lead into adult onset diabetes. Hopefully I won't have to deal with that.
It really is amazing...all the stuff that happens to women while they're pregnant.
I found out this time that I have a tiny mole on the inside of my belly button...who knew? It didn't pop out with Izze, but it has with Tallulah.
During my ultra-sound last week I had such a clear view of her little face and I said "she looks just like me!" It was strange.

Why are toilets so low to the ground? At work, I have to use the handicap stall because that toilet is a good 4 inches higher than all the other toilets. Except, the other day, someone was grunting pretty hard in that handicapp stall and I couldn't wait, so I used a small stall and I could hardly get down all the way to sit on it. You can forget about getting up too...especially while pregnant. When I did make it up, I measured against my leg where the top of the toilet seat is. Would you believe that its not even to my knees? Nope...a couple of inches below even. Now can we call this tall people discrimination and get it over with. I'm going to have to file a law suit now...geeze and I was hoping to get some rest.

I never realized how hard it would be to "stay involved" once you have kids. I mean, I go to work all day and then come home to spend only about 2 hours with Israel before he goes to bed and I am quick to follow...head on the pillow around 8 o'clock. I want to go to neighborhood group, I want to hang out with friends, but at this point, especially this far in my pregnancy...it seems physically impossible. I can't imagine what it will be like after Tallulah gets here. Jeff bought us tickets to see Harry Conick Jr. I'm excited to go and I can't wait to hear some good music...but I'm afraid that it will wear me out, infact, I know it will. When did I become such a weiny? It definetly hasn't been easy putting in 40 hours at the office, taking care of Izze and trying to keep the house straight and make books (for the extra money) I don't know how single moms do it. If I didn't have Jeff, I'm afraid that I'd have to move into an apartment and go on welfare because I would be too damn tired to work...but then again, if I didn't have jeff, I wouldn't have the two beautiful babies that I have either. Thanks Jeff...your help is wonderful and oh so necessary...plus, your sperm makes awfully cute babies, when combined with my eggs of course. Isn't that another crazy thought? Israel is Jeff's sperm and my egg. Kind of creeps me out.

Maybe this summer I'll poop in the yard...I've always wanted to do that. What freedom.

Crying is for Girls, little babies and Men who have just had their ears ripped off

I ate at a place called King Fish today. It was good, but now I am full...to full. I even went poopie shortly after eating and I was so full that even that didn't make me feel any better. I probably won't eat dinner tonight.
We ate dinner out last Friday night. We got Sushi as an appetizer. Izze tried desperatley to eat it....he only managed to eat the rice. I think the seaweed was a bit tough for him to bite through...he only has 6 teeth.

Jeff bought us tickets to see Harry Conick at the Ryman next month. I am excited to have a date with him...and I've already layed down the law that if Harry wants to come home with us, I will not say no.

Hopefully Tallulah will wait to meet us on the day of my scheduled c-section and not before. I've talked my mom into coming down a couple of days prior so that Jeff and I can have some evenings out alone. Babies change your world...and Jeff and I never get to be alone anymore, and when we are, we talk about Izze and how cute and funny he is.

I'm a pot

So, I've lost my mind, I can't remember anything and I'm tired. What good am I if only as a vessel to grow a tiny human in. Sometimes I feel like that's the only reason that God created women was to grow and raise children. Is that 1950's thinking or what?
Pregnancy also makes me horny...it is true. Ask Jeff. But, what better time to want your husband everyday 12 times a day than when you're pregnant and have no possible chance of getting pregnant? Its a feeling of freedom I tell you...freedom. I think I woke up humping his leg this morning even...see I do it in my sleep. Poor Jeff...I'm sure I'm waring him out.
I'm counting down the days until Tallulah comes. I can't wait to see her. So far she has been nothing but pointy elbows and knees. She's brutal and I'm sure that my uterus is bruised. I'll have plenty of time to heal with my 8 weeks off from work...man am I looking forward to that too. My job does not have maternity leave though...I have to go on Short term disability or (STD) funny! Who knew that having a baby meant that you were a cripple? Funny how society labels things today.
okay...I've probably already shared too much information...Jeff will probably comment on it when I get home.
Tonight is bath night for Izze...he loves it. I always undress him in his room and let him run naked into the bathroom. His little butt is so cute. Then we splash and play for a while. He hates to have water poored on his head. What kid doesn't?
I'm excited to take him swimming this summer...we'll see how he does. We'll probably get a little nasty plastic pool for the back yard too...he'll like that.
well...much work to do and much lunch to eat.
Amy -out